Deep in earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone.
Rose geranium, Spanish moss, Irish yew, and graveyard dirt.
PERFUME OIL BLENDS
Presented in an amber apothecary vial
vampireleniore – April 27, 2018
This is one of my favorites. I think this is my favorite graveyard dirt scent from BPAL. I have had people tell me it smells like a rose perfume, but I definitely smell the graveyard dirt note. It is very light on me, but not so much that I have to reapply it often. It hangs close to my skin. I am in love with this. It’s romantic, dark, vampiric, stimulates my imagination, and just screams my name.
Amber – January 23, 2018
I received a sample imp of this and I could not be happier. This is exactly the kind of scent that I’ve been searching for. For some reason, the only way I can describe it is that it’s a horrific, gothic romance. Like a funeral in the rain– gorgeous. The notes of the florals and moist soil are very strong, but rather than competing with one another, they’ve run off and gotten married. They truly bring out the best that both have to offer. I will be back to purchase the full size! It’s absolutely beautiful!
Bridget – September 17, 2017
I got an imp of this with the Earth collection and I love it! It has a definite “wet dirt” smell in the bottle that hits you first, then a dead rose smell after. On the skin the rose smell becomes soapy but isn’t unpleasant. A very clean scent that is subtle once it dries.
TarynPage – January 14, 2016
I love, love this scent in the imp. Smells just like earth with dried flowers sprinkled over the top. Reminds me a bit of old soapy roses. I smell the moss and darker notes more in the vial. On my skin, however, it starts smelling a little more like the perfumes my grandmothers used to wear.
Jar: Soil and dried flowers. Soapy and a little bit like soil drying in the sun.
On *my* skin: Becomes much more floral on my skin. Less dark and more rosy. Old-fashioned and brittle.
Emily – November 17, 2015
This is a very interesting scent, it smells very strongly of funeral flowers and freshly tread upon mud. It is a very dark and almost sad scent which I really like.
abovezenith – April 10, 2015
This is one of the most beautiful scents and one I most remember about BPAL. It smells like wet soil, and with the floral notes, reminds me of gardening all day. It has a tone of dark romance to it as well that’s hard to describe. Like I said, one of my favorites.
Cherry_Faery – January 27, 2015
I have the imp of this one and I am surprised by the scent of this. In the bottle, it made me feel a bit cautious because I caught the floral smell first and I was worried that it would over power everything. When it was first on my skin, it definitely had more of the earthy quality that I was looking for and the florals were strong but not overwhelming. I’m pleasantly surprised to find that the moss smell does pop out after and blend everything together in a way that smells exactly like the wet cemeteries that I used to work in.
luxdancer – October 23, 2014
Wet: Earthy, it definitely has that dirt smell, though with the weird buzzing note that I associate with synthetic scents. After a second sniff, I can catch the florals. On my skin, the florals come out first, with the earthy smell as an undernote.
Dry: Mostly florals, with the faintest hint of the earthy smell. Not something I would wear regularly, though the earthy note may be a good character scent.
Sara – June 14, 2014
As BPAL “dirt” scents go, this is in the same family as Penny Dreadful and Zombi – dark, moist earth combined with soft, mournful flowers. I’m not sure what rose geranium smells like, but I definitely smell florals. There’s also something wet and salty, like the sea. Maybe the moss causes this slightly aquatic note. I like it, but the sweetly perfumed Penny Dreadful remains my favorite dirt blend.
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A mournful, poignant scent, thick with foreboding. Soft golden amber darkened with a touch of murky black musk.
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them — She was the Universe.
Bottled gloom; the essence of oblivion. Blackest opium and narcissus deepened by myrrh.
He had stepped over the precipice. There was no going back. In his imagination, he could already feel the prick of needle-sharp fangs in his neck, a sharp prelude to eternal life.
The sound began. It was low and sad, like the rushing of an underground river. It took him several long seconds to recognize it as laughter.
“This is not life,” said the voice.
It said nothing more, and after a while the young man knew he was alone in the graveyard.
Apple blossom, peppermint, allspice, and yellow sandalwood speckled with grave loam and clods of grave dirt.
“You are invited to the elf hill for this evening,” said she; “but will you do me a great favor and undertake the invitations? you ought to do something, for you have no housekeeping to attend to as I have. We are going to have some very grand people, conjurors, who have always something to say; and therefore the old elf king wishes to make a great displayâ€¦”
“Croak,” said the night-raven as he flew away with the invitations.
Indigo musk, wild plum, rose geranium, benzoin, night-blooming jasmine, and patchouli.